Esmoore Shurpit
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I like writing bad stories.
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Within the Sound of Silence
Silence. I never really understood why it made people so uncomfortable. Their fingers itched to fill the void after seconds or minutes as if afraid to face the quiet that surrounded them. Oftentimes, they thoughtlessly put on music or turned on the TV to fill the quiet. Though the silence of a room itself wasn’t merely empty if they only listened and became one with the atmosphere. Usually, there was a faint hum of electronic appliances in the background, the sound of traffic filtering in through the windows, or the drone of heating or cooling systems, and the faint subtle pops and creaks of a house shifting in its foundation.
By Esmoore Shurpit4 years ago in Fiction
The Completely Unexpected. Top Story - November 2021.
*** More info on the Unsplash image I used for this story. The photographer put this info on the image: Electronic fetal monitor showing the baby's heart rate (top blue), mother's heart rate (middle green), and labor contractions (bottom purple). Baby was born exactly 40 minutes later!
By Esmoore Shurpit4 years ago in Families
My Buddy Le Croissant. Top Story - October 2021.
Okay, so maybe not exactly a croissant. Instead of a delectable buttery and flaky pastry you enjoy eating, it is a furry little four-legged friend that slightly resembles a fox, and has a big attitude. Speaking of furry, this doggy has so much fur– and randomly in connection to croissants, imagine a croissant shedding another croissant– which would be impressive and yummy honestly, but this breed somehow manages to shed another dog twice a year. Sometimes I think my dog is somewhat more of my boss as with his routine he demands a walk near the same time everyday or he'll voice his displeasure with vocal yawns and whining. The morning walk itself has to be relatively the same amount of distance each time (over a mile long) or he'll show his disappointment with his refusal to move.
By Esmoore Shurpit4 years ago in Petlife
How Final Fantasy XV Saved Me
Warning: There will be game spoilers. Summer of 2017 I was twenty-two and had just finished my third year of design school. I had moved back home out of my residence hall and was thrown in the depression of not being able to score a summer job. Plagued by social anxiety I had interviewed for a retail position at Kohl’s and will never forget my interviewers face after I told him I didn’t have any questions about the position. His face dramatically dropped and that was when I knew I had messed up. I had walked out of the department store with sadness in my heart, and thought back to earlier that fall when I had junior review for my major and one of my reviewers told me I should always ask questions. I clearly hadn’t followed that important tidbit of advice (though after that fail I always made sure to have a question ready). I didn’t get the job, and didn’t have the heart to go through anymore interviews that summer.
By Esmoore Shurpit4 years ago in Gamers
Lost in the Rhythm of Machines. Top Story - September 2021.
The drone of mechanical tapping fills the back work room. Needle number nine of the Tajima embroidery machine embroiders the neck of a goose caricature on the front of a hat in 853 light brown, going at fifty stitches per minute. In between color changes the local radio talk show filters in from the stereo propped up on a shelf. The hosts end their morning segment before I press the green go button after the machine moves to needle four and begins tapping out the name of the shop the hats are for in a light silver (150).
By Esmoore Shurpit4 years ago in Journal
The Orchestrations of Life
The grass in our backyard was a blanket against our backs and a pillow to our heads. We gazed up at the sky finding shapes in the overhead clouds that were blooming in ever changing organic shapes as we searched for the familiar within them.
By Esmoore Shurpit4 years ago in Fiction
Follow the White Rabbit
“The world will come to an end in two years this day,” whispered the man. His words almost inaudible, yet the only sound that penetrated the gray open space. He was standing underneath a streetlight that was suspended in the middle of nowhere. His presence was merely a shadow, features unidentifiable except for his height which was around six feet and his eyes. His irises were a piercing shade of vibrant sapphire. After he relayed his message, he turned around and began walking towards a forest of thick trees that spawned up behind him. As he did so his body began morph, distorting with every movement as he suddenly transformed into a small white rabbit. The rabbit paused underneath its spotlight before staring back as if waiting for it to be followed. It took off as the sound of loud booms resonated through the atmosphere, ripping everything apart.
By Esmoore Shurpit5 years ago in Fiction
This one is for the Loners . Runner-Up in Melodic Milestone Playlist Challenge.
You are the black girl that sits alone during lunch time every day. You don't speak much, and not at all if you're not addressed. You don't know where you fit in, and don't know how you got to that point. Maybe it was easier that way, because it didn't feel like you were trying so hard to be someone you weren't. Along the way you lost yourself. Socially awkward and perplexed with overwhelming anxiety. You sit outside alone at lunch scribbling song lyrics and drawings in your Moleskine sketchbook hoping that time will pass by faster. You silently hope that your life will get better because at that moment, everything is shrouded in hopelessness. In your eyes is sadness, brown orbs begging for help. No one looks your way, so you translate the desperation in your drawings and written words. Your art and writing speak for you
By Esmoore Shurpit5 years ago in Beat
